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[thejunipertree]

This evening was the lecture at the University of Delaware on Traditional Witchcraft and how Wicca got its roots from such. More to it than actually that. The speaker was a member of the Philadelphia OTO and had quite a few very good points that I actually agreed with. It wasn't fluffy bunny or unicorn humping, not by a small stretch. He even spoke about Gardner derived much of his rituals and influence from Crowley, the OTO, the Freemasons, and one of Margaret Murray's books "God of the Witches" (which has testimonies of people given under torture). Blackjack was also there, much to my surprise. I'd forgotten that he was a part of the Philly OTO and I then learned that the speaker was his lodge brother.

Fun stuff.

However.

And this is a mighty big HOWEVER. We had to ride up with a member of the witchy group that The Engineer runs and I am a member of. Said member is not on my list of favourite people. As a matter of fact, you could say that I downright detest her. She's rude, arrogant (and not in the good, humourous way like I can be. heh), full of herself and sanctimonious. Self righteous and full of shamanistic Rainbow Bridge bullshit. Once, when speaking to the Engineer, he'd told her he was studying historic black magick. "Why would you want to do something like that?!" was her answer. I didn't like her from the get go, even before speaking with her at any length. She made the hair on the back of my neck go up and that's always a sure indication that someone is just not meant to be hanging around me.

I didn't want her with us, but she'd emailed asking about carpooling. And I didn't really feel like going through the uncomfortable feeling of telling her no, then having to see her at the lecture itself. So, with us she went.

We arrived a bit late to the lecture due to traffic and me having to hit a food store (as I hadn't eaten all day long and needed water, to boot). The lecture cost ten dollars, but as we arrived late there was no one at the door to take money from us. Neither the Engineer, Wee Ninja (who was also in attendence), or I thought anything of this. More on that in a bit.

Throughout the lecture, said member grunted and uh-huhed and mmmhmmmed and yes'ed after parts that she felt needed emphasis. Wee Ninja later described it as feeling like she was at a Baptist church where people respond to the minister. Thankfully, as I was beginning to feel like a bitch for becoming annoyed at all of these sounds.

At the end of the lecture, she said something to the Engineer about paying. Since no one had approached us about it, we (Engineer and I, Ninja had no idea that you had to pay at all) figured to hell with it. If they weren't going to be organised enough to keep track of who's paying and who's not, then whatever. Yes, we're horrible and bad people. But, fuck it. If someone had came up to us and asked, then we would have cheerfully forked over the money. No one did, so we weren't volunteering anything. And since we'd arrived late and in full view of everyone, we knew that they knew that we hadn't paid.

*shrugs*
Fuck it, I say once again.

Said member didn't like this attitude one bit. Throughout her little speech to the Engineer about it, I turned away and made "blah blah blah" noise, as I was getting tired of her crap.

Blackjack, Engineer, Wee Ninja, and I went outside for a smoke. "Are we leaving?" asked annoyance. "No, we're just going out for a cigarette." we replied. "Now's the perfect time to leave" voiced Ninja.

After this, I bring up the topic of going to a bar. I haven't seen Blackjack in quite some time and I'd like to talk more to the speaker about the subject. To be nice (I'm guessing), the Engineer asks the annoyance if she'd like to join us. "No. I don't like bars, so no. I'm not into bars. No." And if I could possibly put into words the force she put behind this sentence...

Ah well. I begin to make plans to drop her off at her car, which is in front of my apartment, then head to the city to join Blackjack and company. I get dirty looks for this. Screw you, cunt casket. I /like/ bars.

Plans are made, goodbyes are given, and we are on our hour and so way home. Conversation topics range from Sneaky Pete the gecko and his eating habits to the interesting time I had last night assisting a coworker of mine in her booty call. Annoyance never joins in the conversation at any time and on a number of occasions, I even forgot she was in the car.

Pulling up to my apartment building, I notice that the call box looks as if it's been torn half way from the wall. I'm climbing out of the car to check it out, Wee Ninja is following me, and Engineer is getting all himself together and locking up the car. I'm examing the call box when I here "I don't think so" being called out. Apparently, the Engineer had wished her goodnight and said he'd see her tomorrow (Sunday's are the day we hold our weekly meeting).

Well. Fuck you, twat waffle.

*spit*

I hope she never comes back ever again. I'm more pissed about it than I've put into words. She's nasty to us throughout the entire trip when WE DIDN'T EVEN WANT HER THERE BUT WE'RE TRYING TO BE NICE SO WE TAKE HER ALONG, she huffs and puffs about various small and inconsquential things (like being a little bit late and such), she leaves Engineer's car doors unlocked in Delaware (with my 200 count cd book inside, if that had been stolen there would have been hell to pay), she doesn't even ATTEMPT to make conversation with any of us on the trip there and back, then decides she's going to get uppitty? Screw you. Don't let the door hit you in the ass, you mouth breather.

>:O

Comments

[lovecraftcomplex]

Yes.

Well. Now you know why i don't join magicakal groups. Too many of those sorts of "twat waffles" (lol!)